Hitler R34 Novels & Stories

“What do you take me for?” His eyes narrowed, a hint of something dangerous glinting within them. “What I’m about to do isn’t about ordering someone around Slade. I’m going to do this myself. With my own hands.” His voice was colder now, devoid of any warmth. “Can you handle that?” I stared into the abyss of his eyes, seeing the raw hate that resided there. It was unsettling. I swallowed hard before replying. “Yes,” I finally said, my voice low but resolute. “I can.”

He hated what it represented, but he'd learned long ago that hate was a luxury men like him couldn't afford. The blue light pulsed faster, then it flared bright. The hologram materialized, as three figures appeared around him in a triangle formation. Not flat projections on a screen. Fully three-dimensional, that were solid-looking enough that his brain insisted they were real even though he knew they weren't. The technology had cost millions. The Church had sources for that kind of money, sources that didn't ask questions. The first figure stood to his left. He was tall and broad-shouldered like a military man. The hologram rendered him in perfect detail down to the medal ribbons on his dre

In a secret base: Hilter Reichert sat in his dark gloomy office: he was smiling at the figures on his high tech computer screen, the US $50 billion was safely within his off shore Swiss account. Hilter was medium in build and height, with what was once used to be a purely dark hair; he had dark eyes, Hilter had a moustache that connects to a goatee that was almost covered fully with streaks of gray, he was in his late 50s: A technological genius. He frowned when he saw Nerma standing outside his office, he gestured for Nerma to enter: Nerma was his giant body guard– enforcer– lieutenant. In his early 40’s, Nerma stood at an incredible 6 foot 10 inches tall.

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

Arianna could not count how many times she stole a glance at him, not any tangible reason but still can't stop, at some point she felt like she was disappointed he didn't caught her stealing those glances, all he did was stare towards the window blinklessly like he was deep in thought about something, well he always looked bothered,ever single time. Sadists like him are very good in looking miserable. When the got to the HITLER'S Mansion, Arianna developed cold feet. The mansion was on a hill, from valley,a security post was build and another one,they had passed like five different posts and gates before getting to the main building. She couldn't believe it, she was actually inside the Hitle

Gideon let a dark smirk touch his lips because he found her stubborn resilience intoxicating and challenging. "I expect nothing less than a brilliant performance from a woman willing to risk everything to protect her bloodline," Gideon murmured, his gaze dropping to her trembling hands. He knew she was terrified, but he admired the fierce fire burning behind her hazel eyes that refused to be extinguished. "We need one final detail to solidify the illusion before we face the wolves waiting downstairs."

he stopped while I tried to digest the words. He continued, “During the First World War, Hitler served in Belgium and France as a gefreiter, the equivalent of a lance corporal in the British army. He was a runner, the most dangerous job in the army and was often exposed to enemy fire. In 1916, Hitler was wounded around the waist, impairing his sexual potency for good. He had a fiancée, Mimi Reiter in the 1920s, and later had a mistress, Eva Braun. He also had a close bond with his half-niece Geli Raubal, which some pundits have claimed was sexual, though there is no evidence to prove this. All three women attempted suicide; two succeeded. The reasons could be his sexual fetishes. You must re

If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it. Blinking in surprise, he responded in the Rhuhi that his people used in their wolf form. He'd never heard of a human mate being able to use the silent language before. We will not be going to Valhalla this day, if I have anything to do with it, min elskede. I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Gosh, my heart is thumping crazily, I feel like it's going to burst out of my chest. "A-alright, let's watch something!" I said and picked the remote that was on the table, I turned it on and a documentary about Hitler popped on the TV, I thought that it was a glitch, but there was really a documentary about Satan himself. "Are you serious, Rhyker?" I asked in disbelief. "It's interesting, I love it." He said with a gentle smile on his face. Who would think that the crown prince loves to watch documentaries about Hitler? "It's boring, you have boring tastes on entertainment stuff." I shook my head in desperation.